‘Am I, really?’ Dallie wanted to say, but she held her tongue.
“Look at Mr. Gonzaga,” Shantal continued to whisper. “He’s happy now. He just spoke to the owner. Turns out, someone uploaded a video that featured what’s going on here today, and he’s pleased with it.”
Contrary to what the manager thought and feared, the owner of the restaurant applauded their good job.
“Right. It’s a free advertisement, and it’ll boost Relish-taurant’s image,” Dallie agreed, glancing at the now happy manager. He even helped them pack the takeaways.
“Thanks to your man.” Shantal winked at her.
Dallie gave her a sharp look. “Ate Shantal,” she protested, groaning.
Her colleague just chuckled.
They gave the packed meals to every guest in the dining hall, and the latter left with grateful faces.
“It’s time
